Hook (Twistid Rob)
I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain
I can do them again, cause I know the pain
Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day
It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me
Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat
Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick bon apetite
Verse 1 (Twistid Rob)
I feel like my mind is tossed up, lost in a world of corruption
Assumptions of people I don't even trust them, I'm not accustomed
Gotta stay humble but what's been circling my brain, Is a reality I'm all chains
So I gotta stay weird and strange, doing thangs
Digging up the remains of the memories of the slappers that bang
Hit the speakers to the streets, the tracks that I've slain
You motherfuckers doggin me cause my style ain't yours, behind closed doors you're loving my shit
I can hear you from the bottom, quit makin appraisal of it
I've seen some shit, knee deep in it for the key to it
I've walked and preceed with thick measures, I've bleed to it
Mentality of a beast, I can't ease my ways I go dark but I'm pleased
That I'll free up the hatred I conceived, I can't sleep
When I speak this lethal perceptual aim, from the hidden sleeve
It's volatile that you 'pretiate, what you eat
You fuckin pussies not even on my level the beef, I got shit settled I meddled I've won battles I'm the black sheep
Hook (Twistid Rob)
I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain
I can do them again, cause I know the pain
Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day
It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me
Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat
Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick, bon apetite
Verse 2 (Chadrick)
Hope you locked your front door, cause I came ready for war
Strapped up get clapped up, brain matter on floors
Not talkin about bullets Im talkin about bars, not really.. gonna kill you I'm speakin in metaphors
Lyrically I could dismantle you first I rip off your arms, proceed to beat the shit out of you then stand over your corpse
Pants down take a shit, take a big shit and laugh, wipe my ass with your cash you walked off
Ima fuckin asshole ima basterd ima jack off on your wife's corpse to walk in
To your casket, slip and notice I ejact it with twittish rappers, two for me none for you
That was fuckin brutal, but it's part of me
Got demons in my head pumping through my arteries
I beast then blessed me if I didn't make them part of my artistry
Fire on the beats, start a fire in the streets, more fire us sprinkle in the keif
Light it up, inhale ima beast, your priorities are between the sheets
Position bride ima sell a bit, Ive just fucked beats like dirk lewinsky
Hittin 3's, burn the booth that arseny
Hook (Twistid Rob)
I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain
I can do them again, cause I know the pain
Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day
It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me
Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat
Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick, bon apetite
Verse 3 (Twistid Rob)
I'm driven by eyers spittin this fire, optical syllable prodigals fire
Probable liars stopping at nothin I'm coming so cuttin em out of the dire
Need of hella weed persetital breathe, hoping it's getting me higher
But I'm really thinking my mind is rewired, I get tired
Then I'm waking up and I feel alone, must be a dream my mind is gone
Venom in my veins can a man be wrong? I feel the motherfucker urt in my bones
And I can't get away got a life that I'm in, give me a purpose to make a new day
I'ma weird ass creep and I'm here to stay, with a motherfuckin motive to chop your face
Look at my clothes line peer a red, motions I show it I've already bled
Sweat in my tears of my everyday living, you ain't gettin ahead
I'm swinging from fences, staying professional
Hit em with heaviness, multi-directional
Lyrical savage i cut em a sectional
Plug in my stereo's make it acceptable
From the cracks and crevices this underground movement, putting rappers on my beats I met in the streets you motherfuckers gettin stupid
Makin music bout nothing you confused about what the truth is, when it comes to real shit you motherfuckers act clueless
Hook (Twistid Rob)
I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain
I can do them again, cause I know the pain
Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day
It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me
Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat
Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick, bon apetite
